After Qian Zhong turned over and jumped off the mount and strode up the steps of the Nafu Gate, he knocked on the knocker, and after waiting for a while, there were footsteps behind the door, and an old voice: "It's coming, who is it?" The voice came out, but the door of Nafu was not opened.

"My master came to see Lord Yu of the Military Department, and I hope that the old man will give a good voice." Qian Zhong couldn't help but be stunned, but he still said to the old servant of the Yu Mansion behind the door through the door.

"I'm sorry, my master is sick in bed and can't see guests, please go back." But the old servant only stayed at the door [***] for this sentence.

"This ......" Qian Zhong couldn't help but turn his head, glanced at Zhu Qizhen, gritted his teeth, and slammed his big hand on the door of the mansion. Old man, please drive quickly, my master has something important, but it can't be delayed. ”

"I said what's the matter with you, the old man has said it, my master doesn't see any outsiders, if you are verbose, be careful for a while......" The door of the mansion slowly opened, revealing an old face, looking at the Qian Zhong who was standing at the door of the mansion, dressed in tight gray clothes, and dressed as a writer Ding Huyuan.

"Old man, your master doesn't see any outsiders, but he can't help but see me." Zhu Qizhen said as he turned over and jumped off the mount.

The old servant of the mansion set his eyes on Zhu Qizhen, who had also dismounted and slowly walked up the steps. I saw Zhu Qizhen, who was wearing a cloak and a dark silk robe, and was quite tall, surrounded by more than a dozen guards dressed as Ding Hu, who were also writers, and stepped up. Looking at those guards who were full of energy and fierce expressions, but were extremely respectful to Zhu Qizhen, and although Zhu Qizhen was wearing an ordinary silk robe, the heart-wrenching momentum and the appearance of not being angry and arrogant made the old servant stunned, and asked cautiously. "This official doesn't know who his name is, please tell the old man, so that he can pass on to my master."

Qian Zhong raised his eyebrows and wanted to speak, but was stopped by Zhu Qizhen with a look, and Zhu Qizhen took two steps forward and stood in front of the old servant of the mansion with a pleasant face. "I also asked the old man to tell Yu Shangshu, and said that Zhu Mouzi said a few days ago, thanks to Yu Shangshu for opening the door, he had to return to Beijing, and now he said, but he came to the door to thank him, and by the way, he came to visit Yu Shangshu's injury."

"Okay, Zhu Guanren will wait a while, and the old man will go to the courtesy, at least my master can't see the guests, and the old man can't make up his mind." The old servant nodded, and was about to turn around to enter the door, when he left another sentence, and then closed the door again.

Looking at the reclosed door of the mansion, Qian Zhong and the others couldn't help but look angry. "This old man is too, he actually stopped Your Majesty from the door like this, Your Majesty, why don't you directly identify yourself?"

"I said that it was a private interview with Weifu, but I don't want to make a big fuss, do you understand?" Zhu Qizhen laughed in a low voice.

--------------------Yes, the ministers obey the order. The dozen or so guards dressed as writers and guards around him all obeyed the order, and after hearing this neat and powerful answer, Zhu Qizhen could only roll his eyes secretly, looking at the dozen or so guards, and then looking at the people at the corner of the street, and more than twenty guards who were still riding on horseback, looking vigilantly at the guards around, Zhu Qizhen finally understood that when the emperor wanted to go out easily, it was simply delusional.

Just if I want to go out in micro-clothes today, the guards on the bright side will follow fifty, and the guards in the dark don't know how many. However, Zhu Qizhen also knows very well that they are all for their own safety, so they are helpless, and the rules that should be followed must still be followed, and Zhu Qizhen does not want to slip through the streets in Jingshi City because of micro-clothes, and as a result, the little hooligans and the two bricks went to see Sanqing Daozun to cross again, which is really too sad.

So, Zhu Qizhen is not disgusted, but there is always a large group of people behind his buttocks, which is really depressing, especially as a great tomorrow, every word and deed must represent Daming, seeing a beautiful girl whistling or something, you can't be in front of so many people, right?

Just when Zhu Qizhen was standing at the door of the mansion and thinking distractedly, in the study in the backyard of the mansion, Yu Qian, who was dressed in plain clothes and had bandages around his neck, was leaning on the chair and looking at the books in his hand.

The other hand unconsciously tapped on the table, and his face was already a little bloody, but between his eyebrows, there were a few more wrinkles, so that Yu Qian never took a step out of the mansion since he was rescued and sent back to the mansion on the martyrdom.

From the palace, two imperial doctors came, diagnosed and treated him, and after confirming that his injuries were not serious, Zhu Qizhen sent some precious medicinal materials from the Tai Hospital. However, Yu Qian politely refused, and these people were recuperating in the mansion behind closed doors.

Although it was said that he was recuperating at home behind closed doors, Yu Qian did not say that he was deaf to what was going on outside the window, and he sat in the house and watched coldly everything that happened. Watching Zhu Qiyu being placed under house arrest in the palace of the king of Yu, watching Wang Wen and other officials being detained in the edict prison, watching Zhu Qiyu abdicate the throne, watching Zhu Qizhen ascend to the throne of the Son of Heaven, and holding a grand military parade and prisoner sacrifice ceremony in Najing Chengtianmen.

Looking at everything Zhu Qizhen did, Yu Qian was still silent, silently listening to the news reported back by the house slaves who were sent out, and he was also pondering, pondering what he should do. However, he couldn't think of what he should do in the future, or rather, after the medicinal materials sent by the palace were returned, Zhu Qizhen didn't say anything.

He is also a firm supporter of Zhu Qiyu's faction, when he supported Zhu Qiyu as the emperor, he made a lot of efforts, and when he said that the capital was under the city, his words were definitely disrespectful.

Regarding his fate, Yu Qian was also calm, it was just a big deal, and Yu Qian thought that he had done nothing wrong, but until now, Zhu Qizhen has been detaining Wang Wen and others without making any disposition, and his attitude towards himself makes Yu Qian feel a little curious and confused. What does Zhu Qizhen want to do?

Yu Qian was holding the book, but when his mind was wandering outside the book, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps in the courtyard, and he couldn't help but be a little curious? These sons, they were closed in the house to recuperate, except for the Son of Heaven who sent two imperial doctors to visit, and Yang Hong and Wang Zhi also came to visit him, no officials came to the door.

Come to think of it, everyone knows that their surname is now only in the middle of now, those officials can't hide, who dares to come over to have fun, and Yang Hong and Wang Zhi were also stopped outside the mansion and were not allowed to enter. But listening to the footsteps of the old butler today, Yu Qian couldn't help but wonder, could it be that there was any nobleman or important minister in the court who came to visit?

-------------------- "Butler, what's wrong?" Seeing that the old housekeeper had already entered the study, Yu Qian put the book in his hand on the table, and asked with some curiosity: "Didn't the old man say that he didn't see any outsiders?" ”

"Master, a Zhu official came to visit you. The old slave also refused him according to your instructions, but he said that he said a few years ago, thanks to the old man who opened the door, he had to return to Beijing, and now he said, but he came to the door to thank him, and by the way, he came to visit the master of your injury. ”

"What?!" Hearing what the old butler said, Yu Qian couldn't help but widen his eyes, and stood up suddenly in shock, because his movements were too fast, and even the chair behind him couldn't help but shake.

Without waiting for the startled old butler to repeat, Yu Qian picked up his placket and walked away quickly. "Quick, open the middle door to the Holy Cross."

"Saint, saint? …… Oh my mother. The old butler was really scared enough, but after waking up, the old man was not slow on his legs, and hurriedly went to beckon a few family members to rush towards the gate of the house.

Zhu Qizhen and the others didn't wait too long outside the mansion gate, that is, Zhu Qizhen's boring thoughts flashed in his brain, and then they heard hurried footsteps in the mansion again. Soon, the middle door of Yu's mansion slowly opened, and Yu Qian, who was still wearing a homely regular dress and had a bandage around his neck, was about to bow down in court, but was stopped by Zhu Qizhen raising his hand.

"Yu Qing doesn't have to be like this, I heard that Yu Qing has been lying in bed for a long time, and his injuries have not healed, so I am saying that it is a private visit to Weifu." Zhu Qizhen stepped into Yu Qian's mansion, supported Yu Qian, and looked at the face that looked much haggard compared to before, and couldn't help but sigh and rejoice.

"Your Majesty actually came in person, and Weichen missed the welcome, and I hope Your Majesty will forgive your sins." Looking at Zhu Qizhen, who would actually come to his residence in person, Yu Qian was shocked, but also a little grateful in his heart, no matter what, at least, in terms of dealing with the world, in terms of the Ming Dynasty's society, Zhu Qiyu's actions are indeed far inferior to the emperor in front of him.

"I don't want to be so polite. Qing's injuries should be fine, right? I listened to the words of the two imperial doctors, and they were sure that Qing's injuries were not serious, and I breathed a sigh of relief. By the way, Aiqing, I came this time, I have some important things to discuss with Qing, and I ...... at the gate of the mansion" Zhu Qizhen smiled, raised his hand and pointed outside the door.

"The minister is rude, Your Majesty, please come in quickly." Yu Qian hurriedly led the way, while Zhu Qizhen walked inside surrounded by more than ten guards.

"Yu Qing's injuries have been around for so long, they should be almost all healed, right?" Zhu Qizhen sat in the front hall, took a sip of tea, and looked at Yu Qian, who was sitting opposite.

"Thank you Your Majesty for your care, Weichen's injury is almost healed." Yu Qian replied respectfully, but the doubts in his heart were even stronger, I don't know what Zhu Qizhen can discuss with himself when he is here, you must know that in the eyes of the ministers in the court, himself, but with Wang Wen and others, are all Zhu Qiyu's group.

(To be continued)